Epitaph

In memory of:

A man that made many mistakes,

Stole and lied,

Cheated and murdered,

Didn’t wash behind his ears,

And other monstrous mayhem.

But now he is lies a martyr,

Mashed into mulch.

May he be merry and moderate,

With most of his misdeeds forgiven,

And my Master not mad at him For being massively late to the Masquerade,

Since on his way,

He marched into the madness of traffic.